The track behind the name
Webba and the crew. W2, all day, ebby day
I'm CWebb, The South Side Spida, The Arachnid Kid, Webbanation X, The Webbaman from South Cacky Lack, chyeah. I'm just some guy from around the way who likes to change his voice in songs to make it sound like other peeps... Greatness
Story behind the song
At first, this was aimed to be the best song out off all the ones on the album list, as that's the case in most other artists' album's, but... it's just another song. I like it, probably could've done more with it but I;m just trying to finish these off because I have all these lyrics sititng around in folders... gotsta go
Lyrics
CWebb
“Wordz of a Spida”
Wordz of a Spida
Kaoz Wreckordz
Uh huh,yeah,South Side, lets go uhhh. Uhhh... Yeah... The kid is doin big things in little ways...
[Verse 1]
Its the W-E-Double B in here
Punk beeches, act like ya’ll dont care
Its the abominable snowman
Put ya asses on ice man, know that the kid is on a roll man
You test me and get put on hold
Like a gentlemen when messin with double doors
Im twice the dawg of ya pit bull out back
And I’ll label e’rybody in your stable as WHACK
I’m here now, and Im steppin the game up
Webbanation, never hatin, and I’m turnin mah flame up
Im hearing things or did you really just say somethin?
You countermeasuring or did you just weight somethin?
Innovator of our time, rap’s Vince Lombardi
Red boy, yo soy, dont drink Bacardi
Aint playin games with nobody
Its time now, and we gon rock the party
[Chorus]
Break it down and swing it back
The junk straight fire on this track
Make all the ladies squeal like rats
This is a full scale South Side attack
Oh, when I’m singin my song
Just make sure er’ybody thats singin it gettin along
Aint no fightin among the Nation when I play this
Doin the damn thing, so make believers stop hatin
[Verse 2]
I know whats mine this time
When I bust this rhyme one time
Delivering exactly whats on my mind
Droppin beats like Sprint and their dimes
The way I churn this butter, peeps should call me flipper
Cause I always turn the chedder, thats me, the Blue Chipper
Rising star in the makin and it dont stop there
More swing in my paws than a grizzly bear
And Im gridin... nobody be-hind me
If I forget you just remind me
If Im lost, dont try to find me
Cause more than likely my frame’ll be gri-mey
My existence they’ll de-ny me
And I’ll be 'Holdin Down' like YG
Sitting on a couch drinkin some Hi-C
This is ridiculous and Im about buy me
[Chorus]
A bucket of fried chiken and some biscuits
A gallon of milk to go along with my Nes-quik
But in a minute Im about to forget this
Cause I gotta crush somebody with the quickness!
when I’m singin my song
Just make sure er’ybody thats singin it gettin along
Aint no fightin among the Nation when I play this
Doin the damn thing, so make believers stop hatin
[Verse 3]
I been here since the death of rat tails
Run in ya house with the code name “Crack Sells”
Im not Razel, and I aint no Soul Reaver
I take ya dough and give two thumbs down like Ebert
Boogie Oogie monster, better believe me
I scare a hole in ya safe as I do the shimmy
Deebo gots nuffin on me
When I snatch these chains, peeps get weak in the knees
Dont gotta shoot no one to make them shook
These fools get scurd at the very first look
South Side Spida he runnin thangs
Yeah my eyes slanted, but Im not Liu Kang
Yeah the world swingin, but this aint no swang
This is my stage, cause I love to sang
Webbanation here, and no turnin away
Breakdown, I said it, lets go, Im ready
[Chorus]
Im doin this now, Spida style kid
Web slinger, players place your bids
Triple S, He Dun Dun it Again
Super killed an asscraka? I bet he did!
Uh, when I’m singin my song
Just make sure er’ybody thats singin it gettin along
Aint no fightin among the Nation when I play this
Doin the damn thing, so make believers stop hatin
[Verse 4]
You thought this junk was over and done
That cant be cause Im havin fun
This junk dont stop till I say so
So Ima bring the joint back to verse numba FO
I aint no ho but my uncles a manwhore
Aint no shame in his game since he sold out the back door
Im rowdy rowdy like K-Kwick and Piper
Ever since the snipers left its been all vipers
Malvo should get bit by a large mouth bass
And his pops in the rock should get stuffed in the ass
Twice, and I wont be mad
It’d be the best day that Webba would ebba have had
Sitting still like frozen by King Midas
Aint a choice for me, the hyper active MC
C-Dubb-a-Dubb-a-Dubba-Dubb, in the zone, Im on fiyah
Let the nation witness t
